Oh, Suzannah`s bedraggled but she
Still wears the locket `round her neck.
She`s got a picture on the table
Of a man who is young and able.

Oh, Suzannah`s gonna cry,
Oh, Suzannah`s still alive.
Whiskey or gin, that`s alright,
When there`s nothing in her bed at night
She sleeps with the covers down,
Hopin` that somebody gets in.
Doesn`t matter what she does,
She knows that she can`t win.
Oh, Suzannah`s gonna cry.

She`s got a doll with one eye,
That always cries when she gets some sleep
She`s waiting for a soldier [bad word] home,
But she`ll cry and never die.

Oh, Suzannah`s gonna cry,
Oh, Suzannah`s still alive.
Whiskey or gin, that`s alright,
When there`s nothing in her bed at night
She sleeps with the covers down,
Hopin` that somebody gets in.
Doesn`t matter what she does,
She knows that she can`t win.
Oh, Suzannah`s still alive.

Oh, Suzannah`s gonna cry,
Oh, Suzannah`s still alive.
Oh, Suzannah`s still alive.